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The Uninvited Guest

2009 and the expenses scandal
Made Gordon Brown, the Prime Minister, lament
So John Bercow, was appointed new ‘Speaker’
To be ‘The Commons’ new broom, was his intent

But he was faced, with an unlikely challenge
In his efforts to clean up ‘the house’
For running loose, in his official residence
Was a small, grey, furry, wily mouse

‘The Speaker’s’ efforts to entrap his visitor
All failed, with equal measure 
So Sally, his wife, used her ‘Twitter’ account
To seek help on catching the creature

“Eeek, we have a mouse!” she did post
“And under the dish washer it’s run,
It’s Sunday, and the ‘mouse-catcher’s’ day off
Can someone tell me – what can be done?”

“My husband’s been ever so manly
But all of his efforts have failed,
Please can someone come up with a plan
To put this small rodent in jail?”

Suggestions came from near and far,
But all of them failed to succeed
The mouse still evaded the Bercow’s grasp
This led Labour MP, Gordon Prentice, to plead

To ‘The Commons’, “Why not have a resident cat
To rid ‘The House’ of the mouse population?”
But the members said, “No – that’s inhumane
We prefer control over eradication 

This ‘House’ has stood for centuries, and,
There’s always been a problem with mice
But to bring in a cat, to kill them all
Well, the voters wouldn’t consider that, nice!

That’s why Parliament employs the ‘mouse-catcher’
To monitor and control the pests
So, until he can catch the Bercow’s mouse,
They’ll just have to live with their uninvited guest!”


Copyright © Janette Fisher | Year Posted 2010


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Mental Massacre

My mind opened releasing the remnants of Pandora’s Box
Revealing the wraths of a complete paradox
Eradicating the thought process like a mental massacre
Destroying your clarity until your notions are obscure
Slaughtering your expressions, total annihilation
Bludgeoning your lines, poetic eradication 
Devouring your preconception, with utter devastation
Eliminating your disposition, enlightened extermination 
Butchering your reason with a brutal bloodbath
Lyrics linger in limbo lost in the aftermath
Slaying your insight with catastrophic rhymes
Conscious collapsin' corpses fallin' with the times
A war of words, our philosophies collide
Verses fall victim to a vicious verbal genocide 


Copyright © ChiquitaChiamaka Baity | Year Posted 2011


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warning whale

Zone A is a flightless bee turning a corner on a wheel. A glowing wheel. Wow such atomic prowess of stripes. But entering under the ocean and travelling at speed is a submerged undetected mobile monster whose instruction is to annihilate an entire side of a country. Wave not at this. The sea life is very confused at the disturbance in the waters. It is not the fault of a fault line. It is merely the beginning of an eradication. This is no underwater pretty specie. It is a journeying destroyer. All trees know. They feel the vibrational frequency through their wise roots. No signal boxes in an underwater roadway. Preplanned movement of murmurs. Akin to an epic blockbuster multiplied by several million. Safety safer still stating staying survives? And a dish of frozen ice cream is never eaten in a grey shrapnel cloud. Take a very large multicoloured multifunctional tent into the centrepiece of a land mass. Reaching residences. No ha no x nothing. Perhaps later. Maybe not. Message mingling minding mince. And a dove flying at over 80000099 feet above sea level. Not good. Not wow. Deviant not a design. Pickled worm. And a fat portly man with a pumpkin face. Darkness's of fortresses with smoked food. And an oceanographic soup boiling. Sap sale spit. And a dog in a stripey square hat laughing. No telephone wire in an earthly clump then. Ornithological 57*90*1


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016


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LOVE, PEACE, AND HARMONY

Discrepancy is an economic thing.  Have you ever known this to be anything else?
Money is the great separator of togetherness.  Man rob, steal, and kill just for the feel of its illicit presence.  Woman will sell, which defines exploitation; steal from you, and lie on thy neighbor for just a little wealth.

These concepts are aspects of someone’s life.

Crime becomes escalated and mental health becomes the strife.  The minister said within his blackness, “There has to be a better way.”  However, there is no reason for this other than the lack of fulfillment and/or greed.

As a poet and philosopher, I respond, “We have to help everyone to overcome poverty.”

Note, the media and academia went on “The Tour on Poverty.”  When they reported out, they showed how the Great Depression of 2008-2009 had effected the workforce and the home front.

Why are we not upset to see people living in poverty?

Academia stayed east and this made it seem that north, south, and west were the greatest downward spiral.  Therefore, I present to you The School of Social Theology.

The School of Social Theology is a new school of thought that states poverty is melodramatic to us not being there for our family and what friends we are.
We live well but we do not offer the same to all.

The School of Social Theology seeks eradication of social injustice to state poverty must end.  If you are working to end social injustice, today will not be the same as tomorrow...

A fight against social injustice is a fight for social justice!
_____________________________________________|
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Contest Name: 	Random Mix 


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014


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FOR THE LOVE OF HUMANITY

FOR THE LOVE OF HUMANITY I have no back no front. But, I can stand beside you. I can be your friend - Your ally in time of world war. United States of America - What is the state of today? Are we losing focus of a better way? Or Are we gaining in eradication? I have a holistic hub of advice. I am here when you need a good cry. When the situation calls for a hug, I will wrap my arms around you. United States of America – North America is magnanimous. We are a part and diverse. That is of a beautiful world. For the love of humanity – Let’s come together and Make a better place to live. This is our country - as it is. ______________________________________| Written March 22, 2016! Enriched is the mind that embellishes the soul! World is us - World is the universe.


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016


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PETER'S BREAD

PITA BREAD

Go in the Portal to read.
It is just a vestibule to perceive, to conceive, to form beliefs, to establish creeds.
This world is in a make-believe that government is to bring subordinates to their knees.
They lack the power to achieve the leadership they seek.
Inform yourself that you are not that weak.
You will accomplish eradication of cruelty in the Middle East.
A man must be for his cause.
He must depict his adversaries to move forward.
When he is for what is right, you see the passion in his eyes.
No one has suggested a greater faith.
The beheadings, the amputations, the etcetera is annihilation.
Injustice atrocities will not bring structure but constructive abomination of the people 
     that conducts the killings.
A man, a woman, and a child will become extended by the God they believe in.
A change must come in the Middle East.
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Penned 02/22/2015!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015


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Promises


In opposition they criticize all that is wrong
and all that is good, according to their agenda.
They put clogs in wheels, aided by defiant unions
and often bringing the country to a standstill
with senseless strikes and organized protests.
Mud is thrown at government and individuals;
much of it sticks; the end justifies the means.
During the run-up to elections they use the media 
to their advantage; the message drummed over
and over during house visits and heated mass rallies 
rousing the rabble with heartfelt oratory.
They promise transparency and accountability;
fair sharing of wealth, help to the homeless and 
to the needy; curbing favours to friends of friends 
by resorting to the ideal concept of meritocracy; 
lowering taxes and bills and introducing new social 
benefits that would put all on an equal footing.
Most of all they harp on the eradication of corruption.
They hold roadmaps to solve all the country’s woes. 
They promise heaven on earth; they promise Utopia.
Glittering manifesto is presented with much fanfare.

The gullible, switchers and uneducated are brainwashed.
As expected, election produces the desired results and 
the party in opposition gets in power...on promises!
Promises that cannot be kept. The devil wants his due. 
He grins, pointing to the small writing on the manifesto...
The majority had failed to notice it. It reads...SUCKERS. 

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Contest: I Can’t Breathe
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan 
Placing: 1st


Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014


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Imperial Corporate Jurisprudence, The Lurid Leviethan Part Two -

Self reliancy stimulates political independence,
pragmatic critical thinking spurs revocation of spurious Partisan information,
vigilanteism guards against the Juntas,
systematic interdiction of peoples' ability to to procure food, self educate, 
self medicate, and to self defense is a vital instrument in disabling citizens' morale,

it is true that several Companies provide 'civil rights' that are subject to repeal,
but these liberties must conform to security & production for the State,
the more detached we become from the land the more immense our collective ignorance,
Will to struggle recedes like red from the dying rose, spirit is sterile,
sciences are employed to subvert the passion of men, to mire the maternity of women,
to emasculate the youth, to assault the temperance of ladies,
as the bison were decimated so to fascilitate the conquest of the feral Indian,
the Anglo-Saxon farmer & tradesman were displaced by manipulated Markets,
corporations rabid with greed, fawning to increase world trade 
and to blowt stock exchanges, enlarging theaters of war &  dictating foriegn policies,
an arsenal & circus of judges, lawyers, politicians, academics, entertainers,
elastic options such as Inflation, minting money, loans, and criminal dockets,
Abraham Lincolon & John Kennedy desired to reestablish democratic banking
and were both slain as dangerous heros,
cartel suzerainity always wins,

an agrian ethos is too intractable an opponent for oligarchial commerce, 
as laws are ineffectual to dissuade a starving man, leaves don't stop the rains,
there is no need for insatiable government when one can grow crops, build homes & and micro manufacturies, where trade is honest& equitable, no swindles,
division of labor for maximum productivity at the expense of individual health,
eradication of heritage to ease trade, passivity in exchange for integrity,
can libertarianism be retrieved from the vice of the mold maker,
will we deliver this odious model into the depths of the galaxy,
will there always be captivity,
regulated life is controlled life, and that is enslaved living,
words ' make the world go round ',
we are subjects of international law codes,
Freedom dwindles -

J.A.B. Copyright 2012

This Composition Is Entered For Skat's " Democrat Vs. Republican " Contest -


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2012


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Brutality's Day

Brutality’s Day

There’s been a terrible accident
 A plane rammed into the World Trade Center
What?  Another plane?
The other Tower?
You mean it’s intentional?
 
Me at my desk
Thirty miles due west of downtown Manhattan
That’s how it was all begun
September 11, 2001.

Up my shield.
Emotions not breaking a steely barrier of denial.
And so the towers fell
As did my wall
And finally my heart succumbed at such mistral.

My cyber buddy, gifted poet, working in Kuwait
Said some were dancing in the streets.
They even gave out candy.
Can the fallout of carnage be displayed with sweets?

Oh please, ye dancing devils
Please, be you few compared to we.
We, mounted on earth’s primordial pebbles
Ready to smite the enemy.

Let’s annihilate the treachery.
This wells forth of desperation.
No!  Not begat by hate.  
A plea for brutality’s eradication.  



© September 15, 2001
Kathryn McL.Collins


Copyright © kathryn collins | Year Posted 2014


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Holocaust


   Burning bodies, staring eyes.
   Smoking chimneys, human cries.
   Gas chambers for Jews to die.
   Frozen corpses piled up high.
   Electric wires inflicting pain.
   Mass starvation, inhumane.
   Old aged people, mental cases
   Skin and bone with human faces.
   Amputations, detrimental.
   Unethical, experimental.
   Too weak to stand, debilitated.
   Left to die, emaciated.
   Open graves deceased or not
   Decomposing humans left to rot.
   Undignified but freedoms there.
   The stench of death was everywhere
   Dentists practicing extractions
   Gold fillings became distractions.
   Unfed, unclothed, discrimination.
   The master plan, extermination.
   Eradication of a race.
   Genocide, mankinds disgrace.
   The Nazi party pursued their aim.
   As the world averted eyes in shame.
   10 / 15 / 2016.


Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2016


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Pandemic Pandemonium (Swine Flu)

Pardon skepticism, but it’s true
There’s too much ado about Swine Flu
Thirty-one deaths by May of ‘09
In 25 nations worldwide
 
Avoid all public transportation
And forego annual vacations
Protect us from the dreaded Swine Flu
By closing our schools and churches too
 
The government was slow to react
When HIV first left its tracks
On drug users, gay communities
Thousands died in the 1980s
 
But when the “pure of soul” met demise
With blood transfusions linked to lost lives
AIDS won interest from politicians
Lightning struck, they sprang into action
 
Swine Flu can kill, but what’s the fuss?
Other illnesses claim more of us
Look back to the Fourteenth Century
For true epidemiology
 
Black Death caused widespread annihilation
Nearly half Europe’s population
The Smallpox deadly legacy
Egypt-born, 1350 BC
 
Fifteen million had this disease
As recent as the 1960s
Eradication finally defined
December 1979
 
Return to Century Fourteen
To find the world’s first quarantines
Cholera ships confined to ports
But still this plague reached landlubbers’ doors
 
Regular flu in winter thrives
Each week taking 800 lives
Though common colds seldom spell doom
Thousands flock to emergency rooms
 
So answer this: Why all the hype
When Swine Flue takes a gentler bite
Newspaper headlines must be filled
Across their banners Swine Flue spills
 
Or could these reports be diversions
For something more foul in our nation
Are dogs now being wagged by their tails
As health hazards go, the Swine Flu pales
 
Hire Willie to write a theme song
But don’t expect us to sing along
Don’t blink, or Washington may think
They’ve succeeded in this hoodwink


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009


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Path To An Unknown Destination

As I travel on the path to an unknown destination.......
I must conquer the process of never-ending education
Average math pupil but good with money multiplication
So I try hard to keep rigid concentration
Don't need drugs or liquor to grant my brain stimulation
The elevation
Of my irritation
Anger accumulation
If I fail a task I feel internal humiliation
So I'm up to my neck with worries about to die from self-strangulation
Self termination
My own extermination
Then next comes the inevitable inflammation
So I face Heaven's cremation
Now in Hell I witness my soul's incarceration and incineration
I seek some solitude, give me my space-indentaion
I'm confident a star without the constellation
Better yet I'm the Earth minus the rotation
Circle the 7 continents-circumnavigation
Rebuild my nation
Who am I kidding that's my imagination
An indication
Of dedication
Inspiration
Which mingles with frustration
Which is an expectation
Of this generation
But I am forever notorius I welcome seperation
Fighting two on one with anticipation and contemplation
Losing the battle my face scarred beyond mutilation
Something bad in my blood I feel the devestation
Of living with contamination bad sanitation
Takin no hesitation to carry out the investigation
Now its too late, notice the mutation
Now I take over the land-gentrification
Build a foundation
Living quarters get the best renovation
See my creation
The ultimate innovation
Shine so bright my life is your illumination
In my dreams my company names me president without the inaugeration
Good luck to my relations and affiliations
The eradication
Of my station
Completing installation and insulation
With collasal temptation
To put my feelins in isolation
My heart has no visitations
Readers form your own interpretations.......
Life is a simulation
With many manifestations
Still on a path to an unknown destination


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Copyright © Richard-Jamaal Keen | Year Posted 2009


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Gone and hopefully permanently forgotten

By Stanley Collymore

Never speak ill of the dead we’re constantly and solemnly
exhorted regardless of who they are or the life that
they freely chose to live, as they’re no longer
around, is the lame and unconvincing excuse
that’s often and dishonestly given in explanation, to rebut or
defend their name, any accusations or adverse criticisms,
however concrete or valid they might be, being made
against them; and in those circumstances therefore
to then embark on such a plan would in itself be
quite unbecoming while serving as nothing
more than a cheap and cowardly way of
attempting to exact one’s own revenge.

But hang on a moment, how truly valid is this
simplistic and supposedly moral exhortation; and why
should the intervention of death, distinct from any
other known phenomenon, be the sole exculpation for
someone’s life-long sins and premeditated wrongdoings
that disparagingly have callously, schemingly,
perniciously, quite methodically and comprehensively
destroyed the lives of so many who were
exclusively picked on and especially targeted for
reasons of dogmatic political ideology, or
those specifically and illogically
associated with their race
or ethnicity.

I was never a miner viewed as the country’s low-life and
thusmalevolently castigated as the enemy within, but
I am and have longstandingly been a proud trade
unionist whose movement just as
viciously by this self-centred,
venal and privileged elite was likewise tarred
with the same condemnatory brush and
scandalously branded the same.

Similarly, I was an anti-apartheid activist firmly
committed, as I always will be, to the noble concept
globally of the universality of human rights, equality
for all human beings and the ultimate eradication
of racism, tirelessly working also in tandem
for freedom of expression by everyone,
genuine democracy and the lawful and
moral right to withhold one’s labour,
and particularly so in manufactured industrial
disputes specifically designed to disrupt the cohesion,
deliberately break-up and ruthlessly destroy the
bargaining rights of all trade unions. 

So why would I, or anyone else for that matter
with a social conscience, want to actually
eulogize and not rightly despise someone who,
while together with their husband was
profiting massively financially from South Africa’s
apartheid system, none the less perversely saw fit
to label Nelson Mandela a terrorist and roundly
vilify the ANC as a terrorist organization, while
astonishingly and without a modicum of regret
laud the architects of apartheid and the
ardent supporters of institutionalized
racism as the veritable champions of
what they deem as democracy?

Unless, of course, such individuals have short or convenient
memories and are themselves a complete abomination of what
society, which we were told by this woman doesn’t exist,
or come to that humanity should actually represent!
So I’ve no apologies to make or will I relent from
the stance I’ve taken because Death, inevitable
to us all, has finally, and some would
justifiably say, long-sufferingly and somewhat
kindly stepped in and brought the life of yet
another tyrant to its end. So feel free those of you
who want to eulogize or even dress yourself up
in sackcloth and ashes if you wish amidst your contrived beating
of chests and sorrowful refrains; but in doing so, I’d like for
you in your unrestrained orgy of engineered anguish
and false grief to jointly entreat you to abstain
from ever doing any of this in my name.

© Stanley V. Collymore
12 April 2013.

In the midst of life there is death the great leveller of us all. We brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. So what doth it profit a man or woman if in their life time they gain all the riches of the world yet lose their soul for eternity? The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the Name of the Lord.


Copyright © Stanley Collymore | Year Posted 2013


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IDEA IDEAL TO DIE FOR

IDEA IDEAL TO DIE FOR

As much as we celebrate the organization of liberation
We also celebrate those that birthed the idea 
Heroes come and go but their idea live forever
Life victory is rooted in he who perceive the path of freedom
Neither turning to the left or right just focused on the ultimate goal
Choosing to die or die trying that JUSTICE of Human Right must prevail  
This is the IDEA IDEAL DYING FOR - Peace, Love and Life

Mother Teresa, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King Jr and Many More
They all lived and die for an Idea that was ideal to die for
The greatest LIFE, is the person that sacrifice his life for others
What if Mandala Sold the future, the Idea that cost him 30plus years in prison?
If it was you, would sacrifice your life – I mean idea worthy dying for
Knowing that you will never live to enjoy the benefits your blood 
This is the IDEA IDEAL DYING FOR - Justice, Liberty and Charity

Why burry your head in the sandy of idealess freedom
Your life is worthless if it is all ingrained in your selfish benefit
Myles Munroe Said problem solvers should be paid more
Because their ideas benefit everyone – what is your idea?
That is why the IDEA of Purpose discovery for nation development was IDEAL to die for!
And still the idea for POVERTY eradication is ideal standing for
This is the IDEA IDEAL DYING FOR - Freedom, Family and Friends

(Anthony Ngabwe)
TONY THE POET
 



Copyright © Anthony Ngabwe | Year Posted 2015


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Houdini

As he walked,
Breathed,
Talked,
Sneezed,
The root of all evil was indeed marinating deep within him,
A natural seasoning,
A cue for treason,
Short side of critical reasoning,
His attire was outfitted for any season,
His shoes covered many miles,
He supressed plenty smiles,
The eradication of the same breath he enjoys
dazzles his need to cause 
pain and suffering.

He likes to be the Big Bad Wolf,
Follows his prey and performs a Houdini act,
Dangerous is an understatement,
Violence and cruelty is the aftermath,
He doesn’t know any better,
Desensitization at its finest,
He takes pride in adding the minus,
He takes pride in fulfilling his addiction to adding the minus.



Copyright © Remi Stan | Year Posted 2014


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Womanhood

Fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honor with heart deeper 
Than deepest sea;full 
Of mysteries.
 Mother of all humans.
Mystery herself,emanates 
power and 
confidence-alas!the 
Egocentric man has 
Centuries tried to strip 
Her of splendor.
 She in the cage of 
Subjugation patiently
Stayed,never 
complaining But a 
perfect planner.
See how docile that 
Woman looks:With ironic 
smiles in paintings,never 
revealing her inner 
thoughts.
Always flowing with the 
Tide,not knowing what 
Lies ahead-turned into a 
Beast of burden from the 
Pre-Roman times till date.
Used as a"pleasure doll," 
"a 
monument,"........            
"A parody" and medium 
of displaying manhood 
by  male folks.
There is no haven for her 
Nor her"unfortunate" 
seeds,not at home or 
society.
  This sleeping tigeress, 
When awakened,fights 
for her rights doggedly 
than men.
When her battles start, 
she ceases not till 
Victory or defeat is sure.
  Once a man called 
Jason as told by Euripides 
a great Gracian 
dramatist, took the wife 
Media to 
Colchis and there he fell 
In love with another 
daughter of King Aegstus 
a ridicle on Media's pride.
Media fought back and 
Craftily gave wedding 
present. Nay a 
Poisoned garment it was.
The bride wore it and fell 
Dead,the King kicked the 
bucket trying to rescue 
her doomed daughter.
Flushed with this 
Vegeance, Media slew her 
children with Jason"I 
bore them,so I kill them."
Oh!woman lamented 
Jason,you are the most 
wicked of all creatures
(He gune estin 
kakiste,toon 
Anthropoom).
   Also joan of Arch stood 
Ground till death.
Like there were women of 
note in mythology,so 
were great women in 
Real life.
  Women crisis time seem 
to manage better,hence 
British forces vanquished 
Falkland and Goldie Meir 
Of Israel did the Arabs 
Humiliate.
   Here in my country, 
Outstanding women 
abound:Senator Chris 
Anyanwu,an erudite,a 
Law-giver,a fearless 
lioness who 
revolutionalised the 
Mentality and thinking of 
The youth thru 
establishment of organs 
Of awareness.
A visionary leader, 
Advocate for women 
Equality. Defender of the 
Weak,hand to the 
Handless,mother to the 
Motherless.
Still the people's 
Mouthpiece-i salute you!
  Okonji Iwuala,Vice-
president of World-bank, 
Thru her experience 
Transformed and 
Stabilized the economy 
to Buoyance.
  Dora Akunyere,as 
Graceful as a gazelle but 
Un-wavering like Everest.
A lady of excellence-
many Lives are saved 
thru your Meticulous 
efforts on the Eradication 
of fake drugs.
  Women are the base 
and pillars of every 
society and homes.
  Lifeless would Earth be 
without women.
  For a woman's heart 
can be broken but her 
spirit remains 
immortalised in the 
minds of those to 
Come.


Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013


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do not don't

A ten pence curve on a nine cent? Oh dear. It is a shame when the circles form. Either a circumference is allowed to exist or it is chipped away. Thus is not the fault of the peasantry nor the fault of a passing fallow deer. It is merely the eradication duty of an authorisational ball of fur. Blurred out. Blacked out. So cannot always be seen except for the eyes of a lizard lounging beside a rock pool. Besiege not a frozen free falling pan of casserole. For when it explodes there are way to many components to collect. When angles are sharp the birds call. When twigs break the ground laughs. The trade deals from an ironic ignorant ignoramus are destined to be ignored as all shall mount the horses and trot off underground. And of course underwater. But hesitate not oh those with no neigh will be baked, fried, and served to the sky in rapidly increasing dust clouds. So do not consider a clicking kitten shoe show to be sexy. For it is an aversion of very demonic drains. Derive not an arrival list from a shooting star. And weary not when travelling over the weekend plates. For it is best to support barbeques than cast banquets. Leering laughing lolloping lecherous lingering lines. And a great big dollup of iced tea. Take one not two. And whirl around. In a foreground sense it is the duty at this time to carryout teapot missions in a global scale of tee. Miss one mouse then a house would topple. So go and eat now. Fifty three toasts and a melon jam with cream. Goodnight said hello to the sun. Something of importance in a carbonated blanket. Dig dig dig. Pickle the pig lights up at night in the far east. Good. Great. Fantastic. Toys then. Haha haha and a bean sprout in pin striped suit. Hahahaha and a little man too. Xxxxx flesh fakes xx categorisation Z z z


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016


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administration of pineapples

Kindly stick to digging pineapples in the future as magic dust particles can really only spring up in defense patterns. And is it really wise to deal cards in a high tide. Deliver not an oceanographic breeze to a tree of great magnitude as deviance can be discovered in even the smallest of bud. Playing a trumpet during a daring pillow fight whilst groundsmen look out in horror at the large gathering clouds of fin shapes who have arrived to spill their juices thus setting up camp. Many cathedrals giggle at the thought of tortured bears. But basing one's thoughts in a recently baked fruit cake is often rare so instead turn to 1:1 and sing sing sing in a boom box voice. How opiniated is a section camera? How gravitational is a 9 foot bull fish? So place four wheels on a piece of crusty bread, balance then a lettuce leaf above, take two cotton bud drops of beetroot juice to create a satisfied smirk. Then place on an antique tray and deliver with great speed to the sausage dog who is waiting with great patience upon the paisley rug listening to the tick tock from the dome on the fireplace. Fake not an apple. Dare to balance on a broom handle? When wishes are wands and waves are weaving. Tidally. Trapeze. Trapezoidal. Trip. Trap. Tip. Till. Tolls. Trolls. Trapezius. 4% of a dark seated shroud. Moulded. & 56% of a lit basin. And nothing can ever really be decided in a vindictive pan of pea juices so please do not play hop scotch in a pan. From many layers form many eyes and ears and thoughts too have lives so travel very lightly when visiting a mobile plane. And planets also spin and clap yo create vast swabs of colour. Energetically produced atomic flares. Lifes creators. And mountains can walk so try using a cavern as a cape. So comforting. Still is the air of a dawn surround. Pleasant is the aroma of a passing dolphin whose brightly lit umbrella forms a beacon for a vast array of cuttlefish on an excursion to cloud clam. Beetles are beating their acres of field drums. Whilst machinery is left to the ground. It was very busy poisoning humans and grounds. But now it is alert no more. Only visited by thorn, beasts, and passing flies. Stink not a house with a seven inch pie. It is not clever and will never bring clarity to a bowl. Whilst classifications of earthworms can be seen in the mist complex of tapestries worldwide. Is merely the outward projection of a missionary orb whirling through atmospheric conditions and when water pressure is tight never put on a green or purple skirt as harmonics are nit located in strange thighs of yellow so sink on a bus of gold. So spoke the penny farthing of the dinner injested and the inherited wisdom speech of a large goose can be found on dandelion hill on a sunny cloudless day. Sundown is time to bow and moonlit skies are for prancing. Pronging a fork into sealed ground to release tension. Even an earwig has more knowledge than a human. Whilst the whimsical lady adorned with pearls and guilded horses sits pleasantly sipping tea after investing much in the eradication of the populas. Assured of safety in an underground palace awaiting a shuttle to the site on the red planet. So injest not items of denim as domination arrives in the forms of military vests. And swooping circles of yellow enforcement whose faces are devoid of emotion at this time of great peril. So all now sing to the mountains, skies, and field. Assistance will arrive as predicted by ancient scribes and wise folk. Listen and pay great attention to the inner logics. Where earth may see adjustments. And pickles never cry. And butter can be very slippy so never ever attempt to ski in a pan. Goblets of giving then. Pig playing pianos pleasing plinths'. Duristrition. Duties. Double. Doubled. Duvets. Divans. Dogs. Digging. Derived. Divinations. Did. Do. Doing. Diving. Dripping. Xxx blankness. Blanketed. Boom boom boom. Banging. Bringing. Birthing. Xxx papering. Xxx administration.


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016


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The Goal of Annihilation

The Goal of Annialation
I'm searching my soul for self-actualization
begging for some realization,
burning down all hesitation,
losing all confrentation,
suffocating in complication,
assuming the target of eradication,
and living in the eye of annihilation

Being the goal of Annihilation
I have no options to choose
I'm framed as the seed of satanic creation
and I'll lay dieing, confused

I was thriving in pain with my soul abused
but rewards are vain and always refused
Now fire will rain as I'm confused
I attempt to remain, but I'm excused
Forever I'm slain, eternally accused
Forced to live under power misused
The world is insane, forever short-fused



Copyright © Travis Scott | Year Posted 2007


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Dump Trump The demagogue Hitler reincarnate

Countdown to Armageddon precariously hinges 
   potential apocalypse outcome, mere smattering days away
if the brazen, fierce-some dragon doth don 
   trumps presidential throne - 
   ships with whistling  Dixie missiles at bay
will be synchronized with aerial bombardiers 
   to parlay a view to unleash nuclear weapons on cue
destroying a vast swath of flora and fauna, 
   and most life forms (inn oh cent), but pay hefty due
to assuage the aggressively cruel, enjoyably 
   growling at his goalie indubitably 
   kick ass mindset worse than dengue fever will ensue
a combustible domino effect fueling global horror - 
   analogous to kindling tinder logs smoke 
   the color - jetblue streaming up fireplace flue
witnessing sovereign magnum opus trans
   forming much of animal and plant life into flakes of goo
far scarier than any macabre production 
   dreamt up by human frightful scenario and no hero
she ma to rescue self or other from deadly debacle, 
   nor any safe haven such as a cool igloo
forsooth complete annihilation will far surpass 
   any prior world war, no one will be spared, 
   neither gentile nor Jew
which total mortal kombat, and attendant laying waste 
   organisms livingsocial instantaneously cremated, 
   where ashes spread dispersed faster than Kudzu 
rendering world wide web fetid, offal, and putrid 
   far more noxious than the common loo
yet even this general description falls short to where mew
tinny sans hardy species (according to Google search);
   such as tardigrade, mummichog, and cockroach
decimating, heaving, leveling, poisoning 
   every cubic inch of Earth evincing voluminous vaporization 
   extant eradication emphatically nixed, punctuated, and radiated 
   pulverization eviscerating the bowels of mankind, 
   where nary a survivor could weather and withstand 
   hollowed no mans land bereft of sustenance or water
   where seeds of white lily when coalescence 
   of oblate spheroid birthed, nursed, and weaned new
life especially proto homo sapiens 
   and subsequent kin grunting with ah and oew 
fast tracked primates, yet inherent within genetic coda 
   (perhaps poison ingredient bubbled 
  in primordial POETRY soup) - steeped quantum mechanical pew
tar nation housing crucible- 
   analogous to planetary size mortar and pestle) queue
sans predestination, where rue
brick, dogma, and fealty honoring justice slew
by paws cancerous, fractious n idolatrous Lothario, 
   who opened Pandora Box (rigged shut tight) thorough.


  


Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2016


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I WILL GAMBLE

If I am to be, I must become.
This is because I am strong.

If my life is meaningless, why do I strive for more?
The highs and lows of life keep me focus.

If I am discontent, I must define eradication.
The fight against social injustice removes this procrastination.

If when it rain it pours, I must assure I am secure.
The way to riches, I must discover.

If frustration is visible, femininity forms.
The world tries to suppress a real woman.

If a beautiful person is said to be, why is this negative?
The quality or nature of me brings a green-eyed monster looming.

If it is time for my swan song, I am not singing.
You old in mind before you are in body.

If is a big word, 
I will gamble.


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014


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TRACES

TRACES...

A faint footstep left behind since my birth
And a thousand years later, I found so clear
A burning vision from the flames of wailing hearts
A drum-beat, a bull-horn sound, a clap
A music of realities dorn, this hour...

... somewhere this day...
I live to see it clear, my footsteps; so clear
From within the mirages I foresee a future
So my hearts' wish now is the sun's dawn
So I sing the lost rythm "Hail Thee Son's Afrikana"

At long last! oh what a day....
For the sun's blesses upon my heard
Times' testimony to my thirsts
For what we lost long ago, wailing as losts......
Traces of our footsteps yonder the dark clouds

Today is a merry day
For traces recoverred
For ideas emancipated
For the shackles clang of freedom
Worthy for none than the stocks* liberated now.

Human conciousness, human liberation
Spiritual Rediscoveries, soul cleansing
Races fostering bonds, lands-boundaries collapses
Hungers eradication, lives elongation
When the accordions laugh, as the twilights blazes.
 

(c) Lamptey Godson K. 2012


Copyright © Lamptey Godson Kofi | Year Posted 2012


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World Peace: The Miracle of Understanding

Wonder of wonders if God would grant one miracle to me.
Over hills and dales, here and across the seas…amid:
Racists, radicals, and warriors who rant worldwide,
Ladies and Gentlemen: laughing loudly, in disbelief.
Desire of my heart is the miracle of understanding.

People, who understand, increase peace in their hearts
Eternally gained wisdom that unchains love’s doors.
As the miracle of miracles becomes reality,
Complete eradication of angry deeds…understanding—
Ending all wars


Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011


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woman-hood

A fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honour wit heart deeper 
Than the deepest sea;ful 
Of mysteries.
The mother of all humans
A mystery herself that 
Emanates power and 
confidence-alas!the 
Egocentric man has for 
Centuries tried to strip 
Her of splendour.
She in the cage of 
Subjugation has patiently
Stayed,never 
complaining But a 
perfect planner.
See how docile that 
Woman looks:appearing 
With ironic smiles in 
Paintings,never revealing 
Her real thoughts.
Always flowing with the 
Tide,never knowing what 
Lies ahead-turned into a 
Beast of burden from the 
Pre-Roman times till date.
Used as a"pleasure doll," 
"a 
monument,"........            
"A parody" and the 
Medium of displaying 
Manhood by the male 
Folks.
There is no haven for her 
Nor her "unfortunate" 
Unborn children,not at 
Home or even the society.
This sleeping tigeress, 
When awakened,fights 
for Her rights more 
doggedly Than men.
When she starts her 
Battles,she ceases not till 
Victory or defeat is sure.
Once a man called Jason 
As told by Euripides the 
Great Gracian dramatist, 
Took the wife Media to 
Colchis and there he fell 
In love with another 
Daughter of King Aegstus
A ridicle on Media's pride.
Media fought back and 
Craftily gave her a 
Wedding present.Nay a 
Poisoned garment it was.
The bride wore it and fell 
Dead,the King died 
Trying to rescue her 
doomed Daughter.
Flushed with this 
Vegeance,Media slew her 
Children with Jason"I 
bore them,so I kill them."
Oh!woman lamented 
Jason,you are the most 
Wicked of all creatures
(He gune estin 
kakiste,toon 
Anthropoom).
Also joan of Arch stood 
Ground till death.
Like there were women of 
Note in mythology,so 
Were great women in 
Real life.
Women crisis time seem 
To manage better,hence 
British forces vanquished 
Falkland and Goldie Meir 
Of Israel did the Arabs 
Humiliate.
Here in my country, 
Outstanding women 
Abound.
Senator Chris 
Anyanwu,an erudite,a 
Law-giver,a fearless 
lioness who 
revolutionalised the 
Mentality and thinking of 
The youth thru 
establishment of organs 
Of awareness.
A visionary leader, 
Advocate for women 
Equality.Defender of the 
Weak,hand to the 
Handless,mother to the 
Motherless.
Still the people's 
Mouthpiece-i salute you!
Okonji Iwuala,Vice-
president of World-bank, 
Thru her experience 
Transformed and 
Stabilized the economy 
to Buoyance.
Dora Akunyere,as 
Graceful as a gazelle but 
Un-wavering like Everest.
A lady of excellence-
many Lives are saved 
thru your Meticulous 
efforts on the Eradication 
of fake drugs.
Women are the base and 
Pillars of every society 
And homes.
Lifeless would be the 
Earth without women.
For a woman's heart can 
Be broken but her spirit 
Remains immortalised in 
The minds of those to 
Come.


Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013


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These Slogans

Politics is a cluster of slogans
Pinching society’s all organs
The issues are just countless
Blaming others being careless

Sometimes of a child education
Sometimes removing corruption
Sometimes women’s protection
Sometimes poverty eradication

The slogans flow in every stream
Showing bright future’s scheme
During elections all catch the ear
But after it they are nowhere near

They only seem to be clever tricks
To befool through thins and thicks
All leaders appear to be prophets
Pouring in voice honey droplets

For God’s sake stop tricking on us
We are fed up of shows pompous
We want no more of slogans at all
We want the nation builder’s call


Copyright © V P Mahur | Year Posted 2014